Pure Love Writer is God of Creation

The sun is the most intense at noon, but the hottest time of the day is from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the afternoon.

The whole city was thoroughly baked by the scorching sun, exuding a somewhat pungent smell of asphalt and motor oil. The green plants on the side of the street leaned together listlessly, wondering why they hadn't caught fire yet.

In a quiet cafe, the dark tinted glass reduces the power of the sunlight outside by at least two-thirds.

Under the air-conditioned air, people were praising modern technology comfortably. Yan Zhao sat by the window, ordered a glass of American style, put a laptop in front of him, plugged in a USB flash drive, and started writing a thesis.

"...It's just a cup of coffee. Last time you invited me to eat ice cream, I only invited you to drink coffee. The favor is returned to you. There will be no next time!"

The noisy customers sat down at the booth next door, and the childish words that could still be heard clearly after deliberately lowering their voices babbled into their ears. OK, click on the player and prepare to loop light music.

"what!"

The person in the next seat uttered a short exclamation, and then suddenly fell silent.

"Should we change to another one?"

In the next seat, Mo Shang hadn't sat down yet. He looked at Jian You who was stunned and stiff in front of him, and then looked at Jian You, who was only two meters away, staring at the computer screen intently. proposal.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, he knew it was bad.

Sure enough, Jian Xiaotu, who had the intention of turning around and leaving, blushed immediately when Mo Shang said that, and said angrily: "Why, is this cafe opened by someone? I can't come?!"

Mo Shang smiled with a good temper, instead of stroking the kitten on his head, he picked up the menu and ordered a few things casually.

Looking up, Jian You was holding a paper towel in his hand, and seemed to be concentrating on cleaning the dining table, but every few seconds, he glanced at Yan Zhao in the next seat from the corner of his eyes.

"Prudish," Jian You muttered, "Don't go to the library if you're so diligent, come to the coffee shop to pretend!"

In the afternoon coffee shop, the atmosphere is quiet and lazy. Customers are scattered in every corner in twos and threes. If you look carefully, you can see that there are quite a few couples who are lovers at a glance.

Completely forgetting that he and Mo Shang are also a duo, Jian You's anger gradually subsides, and his tension begins to rise.

He thought of the man he couldn't face in a short time, and he didn't even want to hear his name.

Stirring the tissue into a ball uneasy, Jian You asked Ai Ai expectantly: "Did you say he came... for a date, wait a minute, is that person coming too?"

Mo Shang deliberately teased him and asked, "Want to leave?"

"..." Jian You didn't explode right now, after twisting the tissue, he began to stir his fingers uneasily.

Seeing him like this, Mo Shang really felt a little distressed. Putting away his funny thoughts, he quickly touched the other person's head, thought for a while, and said, "I figured it out, today is not a good day to drink coffee. I How about taking you to a fun place?"

interesting place?

Jian You squinted his eyes, looked at Mo Shangzai carefully from head to toe and from bottom to top, and saw his aura that no matter what you looked at, he shook his head and flatly refused, saying: "No."

Mo Shang nodded, took out two light green pieces of paper from his pocket, threw them into the ashtray in the café, and took out a lighter from his pocket.

"?! Tickets for a live performance by the White Cat Opera Troupe?!"

Seeing what those two pieces of paper were, Jian You's eyes straightened immediately, and when he saw Mo Shang turned on the lighter and put the flame on the two incomparably precious tickets, his heart ached as if Mo Shang wanted to burn it The two small pieces of paper were setting fire to the forest. Jian You hurriedly stretched out his hand to protect them, and shouted anxiously and angrily: "What are you doing! What are you doing?!"

He slapped off Mo Shang's hand viciously, and rescued the two poor tickets from the ashtray.

Like an old hen guarding a chick, Jian You held the ticket like a heart, smoothed it carefully, and began to look at the time, place and performances on it.

"At 05:30 in the evening, there are three performances at the Yuehua City Center Opera House next door until midnight," Mo Shang said, "I checked, and there is a direct flight in an hour, and it takes 10 minutes to arrive. Now it only takes 10 minutes to get to the airport. , I got off the plane and went to the theater in less than 10 minutes, and the traffic jam along the way was too late, let alone the traffic conditions are good today..."

As Mo Shang said, resting his chin on one hand, he raised his eyebrows and smiled at Jian You.

The meaning is very clear, the big bad wolf is asking: Little white rabbit, do you have a date?

Jian Xiaotu held two fresh and sweet carrots that were too sweet to refuse, and made the final struggle tremblingly: "...I, I can go by myself..."

"How to get there?" Mo Shang asked, "Although Yuehua City is not far away, your family will let you go to the opera by plane alone? It's okay to find someone to accompany you, but besides someone, who else can you find to accompany you? "

Jian You paused and stopped talking.

He has regarded Feng Li as the center of his life these years, and his social circle is indeed too narrow. When he thinks about it carefully, he really can't even find a friend to accompany him to watch a play in the next city.

Hupenggouyou are always welcome, but how can the proud young master share his beloved things with such a person.

It is not feasible to tell the family clearly, and then go out with bodyguards.

Jian You is the only son of the Jian family, but he knows in his heart that he is not a qualified heir.

Usually, his parents complained about his "hobbies" openly and secretly. Even when he applied for the university, he fought for a long time before he was able to study in the Chinese Department and was not forced into a business school.

Not to mention going to the next city to watch an opera, even if it was a performance in this city's theater, he had to find an excuse to sneak out to watch a show without telling his family.

Jian You held two tickets, like Pandora holding a magic box of hope, tangled and hesitant, and ready to move.

"...I can't go with you, my house is locked at nine o'clock, so I'm going back late...what should I say?"

Speaking of this excuse for refusal, Jian You almost made himself cry.

Mo Shang smiled calmly, and gave the little white rabbit a reassurance: "I have a way to help you get over it. You can just watch the drama with peace of mind, and leave the rest to me."

Jian You was dubious, staring at Mo Shang suspiciously, really couldn't think of any good way the other party could do to save him from being broken when he returned home.

However, the performance of his favorite opera troupe is as attractive to him as catnip is to cats. Thinking about being able to watch three performances in a row, it is worth it if his leg is broken!

"...Okay!" Staring at the ticket and making up his mind, Jian You gritted his teeth and agreed.

Mo Shang smiled slightly, used Lou Yi's mobile phone to book a flight ticket online, and left the cafe with Jian You.

On the taxi to the airport, taking advantage of the excitement of Jian You not paying attention, Mo Shang took out another mobile phone, covered it with his body, quickly edited a text message and sent it out.

If Jian You sees this mobile phone, he will definitely be surprised and scold Mo Huan pervert.

Because this mobile phone was the one that he threw into the roadside trash can on impulse in order to avoid Feng Li's calls on the day he was forced to apologize to Yan Zhao.

Mo Shang imitated Jian You's tone, and sent a text message to Feng Li, explaining his whereabouts, and asked Feng Li to help cover up.

It's not a big deal, Feng Li heaved a sigh of relief after receiving the text message.

Jian You also contacted him, which means that this matter will eventually pass, and the Jian Feng family will not have any rift because of this.

As for taking cover, it's just a small favor. In Jian You's current state, it's good to go out to relax.

Feng Li's text message was answered very quickly, just one good word.

When Mo Shang received the reply, he smiled imperceptibly, turned off the phone, and stuffed it back into his pocket.